Booker T Washington

Booker T Washington

Booker T Washington

Up From Slavery

Up From Slavery: An Autobiography
(Selected Excerpts)

Preface
Introduction
Chapter I. A Slave Among Slaves
Chapter II. Boyhood Days
Chapter III. The Struggle For An Education
Chapter IV. Helping Others
Chapter V. The Reconstruction Period
Chapter VI. Black Race And Red Race
Chapter VII. Early Days At Tuskegee
Chapter VIII. Teaching School In A Stable And A Hen-House
Chapter IX. Anxious Days And Sleepless Nights
Chapter X. A Harder Task Than Making Bricks Without Straw
Chapter XI. Making Their Beds Before They Could Lie On Them
Chapter XII. Raising Money
Chapter XIII. Two Thousand Miles For A Five-Minute Speech
Chapter XIV. The Atlanta Exposition Address
Chapter XV. The Secret Of Success In Public Speaking
Chapter XVI. Europe
Chapter XVII. Last Words

I was born a slave on a plantation in Franklin County, Virginia. I am not quite sure of the exact place or exact date of my birth, but at any rate I suspect I must have been born somewhere and at some time. As nearly as I have been able to learn, I was born near a cross-roads post-office called Hale's Ford, and the year was 1858 or 1859. I do not know the month or the day. The earliest impressions I can now recall are of the plantation and the slave quarters--the latter being the part of the plantation where the slaves had their cabins.

My life had its beginning in the midst of the most miserable, desolate, and discouraging surroundings. This was so, however, not because my owners were especially cruel, for they were not, as compared with many others. I was born in a typical log cabin, about fourteen by sixteen feet square. In this cabin I lived with my mother and a brother and sister till after the Civil War, when we were all declared free...

...I had no schooling whatever while I was a slave, though I remember on several occasions I went as far as the schoolhouse door with one of my young mistresses to...

...During the campaign when Lincoln was first a candidate for the Presidency, the slaves on our far-off plantation, miles from any railroad or large city or daily newspaper, knew what the issues involved were. When war was begun between the North and the South, every slave on our plantation felt...

...As a rule, not only did the members of my race entertain no feelings of bitterness against the whites before and during the war, but there are many instances...

...I pity from the bottom of my heart any nation or body of people that is so unfortunate as to get entangled in the net of slavery...

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